Nathan sat in the great hall. It was that time of year again, the time of year when every student in Hogwarts was procrastinating their studies and counting down the days, hours, minutes, even seconds to freedom. But Nathan, rather than doing as he was supposed to and studying, he was people watching. Nathan, though far more social than his brothers enjoyed this. He loved to watch people walk by, imitate their movements and figure out how exactly he could be like them. How he could be cool. Nathan watched as a guy hit on a girl across the hall, he was quick, smooth, and the girl was giggling the entire time. Nathan knew he could do that. He could be just like that. He was social, he was personable, he could be smooth, well, he could if he put his mind to it. Watching as a girl passed he quickly pointed at them, a sweet innocent smile that he was blessed (or cursed) with crossed his baby face.
